21 Dec '12 08:16>1 edit
Chuck's Questions
"Hi. My name's James Charles Williamson. I was born the day before Christmas in 1999, so that makes me twelve (going on thirteen) years old. My sister and parents call me Jimmy but my friends at school and on the soccer team call me Chuck. On that long Thanksgiving Day Weekend, about a month ago, I read a very good book with cool pictures all about planets and stars. Our librarian, Mrs Holmes, suggested it to me. Oh, by the way, Mrs Holmes always calls me Master Williamson. Anyhoo, that Sunday night after finishing reading the last page I couldn't get to sleep. No matter how hard I tried. The pictures kept staying alive in my forehead. Especially the ones of comets and the stars. Next day was no different. By then other thoughts were coming to me... like, maybe there's something else up there even bigger and stronger than our coach Mister Delfino or my dad. All that week, each night, I kept thinking that if there is something or someone way up there that I would really like to find out more and, maybe, somehow be able to know him. Yesterday, I told my parents about all of these things. All they said was that Mrs Holmes probably had more books that I could check out and read. What else should I do? Do you think I'm stupid or wierd to be thinking this way? Is there really a person up there running the sun and the moon and the stars?"
-
"Hi. My name's James Charles Williamson. I was born the day before Christmas in 1999, so that makes me twelve (going on thirteen) years old. My sister and parents call me Jimmy but my friends at school and on the soccer team call me Chuck. On that long Thanksgiving Day Weekend, about a month ago, I read a very good book with cool pictures all about planets and stars. Our librarian, Mrs Holmes, suggested it to me. Oh, by the way, Mrs Holmes always calls me Master Williamson. Anyhoo, that Sunday night after finishing reading the last page I couldn't get to sleep. No matter how hard I tried. The pictures kept staying alive in my forehead. Especially the ones of comets and the stars. Next day was no different. By then other thoughts were coming to me... like, maybe there's something else up there even bigger and stronger than our coach Mister Delfino or my dad. All that week, each night, I kept thinking that if there is something or someone way up there that I would really like to find out more and, maybe, somehow be able to know him. Yesterday, I told my parents about all of these things. All they said was that Mrs Holmes probably had more books that I could check out and read. What else should I do? Do you think I'm stupid or wierd to be thinking this way? Is there really a person up there running the sun and the moon and the stars?"
-